Logan lifted his head and saw Little White lying on the bed.
Her expression was as cold as it had been the last time he saw her.
"Speaking of which, before she left me, her eyes seemed to have turned red. Do you know what's happening there?"
The Peach Blossom Demon was stunned for a moment, then furrowed her brows in confusion and, after a long pause, shook her head.
"I don't know either. I've never encountered such a thing. Maybe wait until she wakes up and then ask her what the situation is."
Logan looked at Little White, who still hadn't woken up on the bed, and could only nod his head.
Since Little White couldn't leave now, Logan decided to rest here for a while.
From daytime until evening, the stars had already climbed up into the sky.
Logan brought some food into the room, with the aroma spreading through the air.
Little White, who had kept her eyes closed, twitched her nose.
